Silver Moraine Race you to the bottom!

She'd crossed a number of rivers, spent a few hours navigating a spit of maple trees in the snow, and came upon the rocky hillside with less energy than she'd have wanted. The stones were a mess! They were everywhere, every size, and Jubilee knew just by looking at them that her adventure had taken a horrendously slow turn. How would she ever reunite with Revolver at this rate? Maybe it would be better to double back and retrace her steps? It was entirely possible that the boy was following her and not the other way around; she was thinner, smaller, faster, even if he had all that gorgeous brawn and lustrous fur -- for a few minutes Jules was lost in her thoughts of him, and didn't realize she'd traipsed right across the moraine until she came to an impasse of boulders that rivaled anything she'd ever seen before. With a gasp she turned around, only to be met with a darkening of the sky and a violently cold winter wind; the bluster of which pushed her against the boulders sidelong, and did not abate until she'd ducked against the earth. By the time the wind had stopped she felt breathless and wildly out-of-place, and didn't know what to do next. Snow would be on the way soon - a fresh batch - and she couldn't be caught out in the open like this.